For almost half a century the author dreamed of France, of someday walking the Champs Elysees, and touching the Eiffel Tower. Her book, Paris, Mon Amour, is an account of one perfect week in Paris, where seeing the Mona Lisa in the famed Louvre was possible; and popping into a sidewalk cafe, a daily occurrence It was intended to be a light-hearted account of that week; but became so much more as she encountered an atmosphere never before experienced. The Parisian way "